13.02 Jack
"Don't beat yourself up about it, anybody could make a mistake," Donatello said.
"A mistake is putting a red t-shirt in the white load and turning all your underwear pink. A mistake is calling the girl you're in bed with Kathy when her name is Carli. Almost letting the monsters that are so bad God locked them up in their own special cage out isn't a little mistake, it's exactly what Lucifer would do!" Dean stated angrily.
Jack replayed the conversation from the car in his head as he held the knife he had taken from the kitchen.
When the man he'd thought was Donatello asked him to open the gate, he'd thought he was doing the right thing. He'd had no idea that wasn't really the same man who'd talked with him as they'd shared the hotel room last night. He'd had no idea he was going to let bad things loose in the world.
But finding his power, focusing his will to open that gate--it had felt good, he had felt strong, in control.
He had liked doing a bad thing.
He understood his father Lucifer had done bad things, though he didn't understand exactly what. But Donatello had explained Satan tempted people to do evil things, and wanted to bring about the end of the world, and, well, he was his father's son...
So that would mean he was evil too. And he was going to end up hurting someone...even if he didn't mean to.
Jack put the point of the knife against his chest. He didn't want to be like his father and hurt people.